"I still don't understand why you guys are making such a big deal out of this. Everyone has nightmares once in awhile. It's probably just something you ate," Rae rolled her eyes as I pulled the SUV into their driveway that evening after a day out with the guys.

"Rae, he's not kidding," Emma said.

Rae stepped out of the car as Patrick stared, "What?"

"The door," he said,"Somebody broke in."

"Damn," Andy said, walking up to the porch to inspect the damage.

"Wonder if he's still in there," Joe said, following him.

"Still think I'm crazy?" I ask, as Rae slowly shakes her head, following Andy, Joe, and Emma into the house.

"They were looking for something," Joe observed their possessions, now scattered across the living room floor.

The four walked down the stairs and into Emma and Rae's basement bedroom.

Emma gasped at the sight infront of her.

Andy stood, mouth agape, at a loss for words.

Joe muttered incoherently under his breath before turning and blocking Rae from getting into the room.

"Joe! What the hell?" She asked, trying to peek around him, "Let me in."

She finally pushed around him and made her way into the room.

"Oh my God," she gaped at the sight of it all.

Drawers were flung open, her and Emma's belongings littering the floor.

The once white walls were doused in paint, rather obscene phrases were inscribed all over them in every color imaginable.

But the most alarming sight of all was on the wall opposite the bed where "GET OUT" had been written in enormous red letters.

"Pete! Patrick!" Emma called up the stairs.

Moments later Patrick came bounding down the stairs, I followed not far behind.